Masked Royal Novels & Stories

It was nice to see once a while, since she was usually the one running the show since he fell ill. “All I was saying is that you should tell Marco he should repeat his childhood laws more often,” Magdalena said, faking an innocent voice. “It's very important.” “What in the hell is she talking about?” Marco asked. “The Law of Princely Marriage,” Carlo said softly. “It states that a prince or princess cannot marry someone who is not of royal blood.” Marco's stomach dropped. “What are you talking about? I can marry whomever I choose.” Magdalena leaned close and said, “No, Marco, you can't. It would be against the law.”

The rich scent of roses and the soft strains of a string quartet filled the air as the guests murmured excitedly, their finery rivaling even the most resplendent of royal weddings. As Arielle and Ethan reached the end of the aisle, Jonathan stood at the altar, his eyes glistening with emotion. His best man, James, patted him reassuringly on the back, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Jonathan's chestnut hair was perfectly styled, and his bespoke tuxedo seemed to have been crafted especially for this moment. Arielle's heart swelled with love as her father escorted her down the aisle, her tears threatening to spill over once more. As they reached the altar, Ethan gently lifted Arielle's vei

It was crafted from nightstone, glittering darkly in the moonlight. "This belongs to you," she said, gently placing it on my head. "The Princess of Silvermoon must wear her own crown." I felt its weight, and my eyes instantly welled up. For so many years, I had given up so much for Kaelan. Including my family's honor. "Rosalie." My father stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. "Welcome home." His embrace was warm and safe. It felt like being a child again. "This time, I have found a man worthy of you," my father said, his voice soft with love. "Monarch Damien of the Obsidian Throne. His blood is ancient. His power and wealth are absolute."

Of which the 3 of them knew, that if they did not do as she said, then surely all of them, will get their heads detached from their body right away. On the contrary in this moment of intense, Francesca Oliver, were able to noticed something on Knight Mathild, first it was the her strength, second her attire and third is a sliver badge on her chest. It was the insignia of the Royal Family Secret Service, a large Tower shield covering a large tree and a dragon behind it.

she urges before her fingers leave my chin. * * * * * * * ABEL EVERHART'S POV The great crown shimmers under the light of the morning sun as it sets on a raised platform surrounded by ten masked guards, some who must be her Majesty's men who stole uniform last night from the real guards. King Elon's throne sets not far from the crown, and another equally guilded and heavily cushioned seat beside it. My guess is that it is meant for Queen Rowena, whom he desires to be his Queen.

They wanted to apply rouge and lip paint on her but she refused. “Thank you Hesalth,” said Meryl with a pale blush rising on her cheeks. She wasn’t used to such attention or flattery. She was only used to being abused by her stepmother and stepsister. The thought of those two ladies brought back the painful memories of the people in her estate. She took a deep breath. She had to find a way of going back to them. Her eyes fell on the two dashing men in front of her. Brishor was wearing a red and golden jacket over white shirt and black pants. There were gold chains across his neck. The crown over his head was made from pure gold crafted into various types of leaves, each tipped with a large g

They could smell the mark. Mavros stepped out onto the porch, his bare chest scarred and bloody, his hand reaching back to grip mine. He didn't look like a murderer. He looked like a king who had finally found his queen in the middle of a storm. "The ridge is secure!" he roared, his voice echoing across the valley. "And the Luna has been chosen!"

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

Maya blushed and said to Alpha King, "Thank you both. But I need to know my mate." I smiled and Gamma Richard said, "I am Richard, Gamma of the Moon shadow pack. Nice to meet you finally my mate. You are so beautiful." Maya smiled and replied, "I am Maya Cambridge from the Royal Night Pack. I am also glad to meet you." Gamma Richard was stunned and asked, "Royal Night Pack? Are you from the Royal Family?" Maya was doubtful and replied, "Yes. Why?" Gamma Richard cursed, "Fuck!"

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.